"For the Black God!" At the end of the funeral song, there was the unified voice of nearly a thousand people inside the light curtain. It was outside the light curtain at the moment, laughing wildly, and roaring together from all the five tribes with a sense of madness.
"For the Black God!" Meng Hao said softly, lifting his right hand for a moment, his eyes showed a touch of cold light, and he looked at Zhao Youlan, who was retreating quickly and was protected by several Yuan Ying elders.
At this glance, Zhao Youlan's complexion immediately became paler, and the elders of Yuan Ying around her were immediately vigilant.
Meng Hao's expression was indifferent. After a glance, he quickly recovered. This woman escaped the catastrophe today. Now that she doesn't have the time before, it is impossible to kill her.
With a sway of his body, Meng Hao stepped directly into the three thousand monks. With the power of his cultivation, he rushed into the crowd at this moment. Within the range of the lotus sword formation, the poisonous spider monks of the line, their bodies were rapidly aging, their expressions changed drastically, and they were even more shocked.
Murder is like a slaughter. Among the many monks in this poisonous spider line, Meng Hao wears a blood-colored mask, lifts his right hand with a wave, and immediately the sword formation whizzes from outside the body of a pill-forming monk for seven or eight times. When the sword formation dispersed, the pill knot monk had become old, his eyes were dim, and a gust of wind blew, directly extinguishing the fire of life.
With the wave of his hand, the bloody fingers shone to the sky, and wherever Meng Hao went, all the people he touched immediately reversed the blood in his whole body, and immediately exploded and died.
At this moment, he walked forward seven steps, raised his left hand and pointed behind him, and immediately pierced the eyebrows of a monk with a murderous spider who came in madness behind him.
Clean and neat, Meng Hao flicked his sleeves, and suddenly the more than 10,000 monsters remaining in the surroundings rushed over in a roar, joined the melee, and joined the five clansmen in the funeral song. In the reverberation, live and die with the poisonous spider!
The black bat had a weird figure before, and often disappeared, but at this moment, his eyes showed indifference, and his body disappeared for a moment. When it appeared, it was often behind a monk in the line of poisonous spiders, surrounded by huge wings. Later, in the horror and struggle of the monk, its sharp teeth instantly pierced the opponent's neck and neck, and under a breath, the monk's body quickly withered, visible to the naked eye.
At this time, the black bat will show blood in its eyes, and the breath of its body is strangely strong. At the beginning, it only looked for the weakest monk, but gradually, it began to focus on the early stage of the formation of alchemy. The poisonous spider is a monk.
Occasionally, Meng Hao's eyes swept, and the black bat immediately converged in action without revealing the slightest clue, but Meng Hao had long been wary of this black bat with a wooden sword in it, and naturally saw clearly.
"There is a big secret in this thing!" Meng Hao thoughtfully, but at this moment is not the time to delve into it, he felt that his mark in the opponent's body was still there, so under a sway, he continued to kill the poisonous spider monk. .
In the melee, in addition to the black bats, the dazzling ones are big hairs and silver hairs. Wherever they go, if a silver moon descends, there are demons and mosquitoes, which spread out, and the hideous mouthparts drank blood.
And that red crocodile that resembles a dragon, and that huge lizard, all Meng Hao’s strange monsters, in this chaotic battle, if they have experienced a baptism, all that can survive to this day are stronger than before. Too much.
This slaughter unfolded vigorously. With the madness of the five tribes and the decline of the morale of the poisonous spiders, especially Meng Hao's shot, the war immediately tilted to the direction of the five!
And the appearance of that group of strange monsters immediately caused the poisonous spiders to suffer an unprecedented tragedy. Soon, there were more than three thousand people, and only less than one thousand were left. The blood covered the earth, and the bloody breath was there. The surroundings are full of richness.
Until a stern scream came out from above, except for the two elders who protected Zhao Youlan, the poisonous spider line did not appear to participate in the war. The remaining seven people were fighting each other with the seven Yuanying monks of the fifth department. The one who screamed at this moment was an elder from the poisonous spider line.
This man is middle-aged, pale at this moment, his eyes contracted, and his body recedes rapidly. There is a huge wound on his chest, and the beating heart can be seen. In front of him, is the elder of the Uanbu. His head was disheveled and his body was as badly injured, but the madness in his expression, like a wild beast, was shocking.
During the roar, there was a loud noise. After the sound, the body of the great elder of Wuanbe collapsed and was killed by another elder of the poisonous spider line. But before he died, his collapsed right hand had already been raised. The head of the middle-aged man called.
This is the Venomous Spider Line. The first Nascent Soul monk to die in this battle. With the death of the Nascent Soul Elder, the remaining thousand monks in the Venomous Spider Vein at this moment seem to have broken the last trace of warfare, one by one. He immediately chose to escape and retreated desperately.
Like the ebb of the tide, their expressions were horrified. They were no longer attacking by magical powers one after another. Instead, they all defended, launched at full speed, actively retreated, and even the remaining Nascent Soul Elder in mid-air was shocked at this moment, no longer willing to fight, and quickly escaped. .
In this battle, even though Wu Bu had an absolute advantage, for this advantage, they paid a price far more than that of the poisonous spider.
So... How can the poisonous spider escape in one line!
"kill!"
"Kill!!" The five cultivators had their eyes red, with madness, with the comfort of revenge, and some even chased them out crazy with tears.
Not only does the ordinary monk, but also the Yuanying monk. In Meng Hao’s silence, he could not feel the pain of the other party’s loss of relatives, but in such an atmosphere, he could feel a belief in revenge, which reminded him. Ji's family!
After a while, there was another Nascent Soul monk in the poisonous spider line, and died sorrowfully, and these fleeing poisonous spider family members were also in the fight between Meng Hao's monster group and the five tribes, and only a few hundred remained.
Decayed like a mountain, unstoppable!
At this moment, a drop of rain fell on Meng Hao's body, making a slight noise. The color of this rainwater is a bit special. It is purple. When it falls on the body, it directly renders the clothes. After soaking, it hits Meng Hao's. skin.
When being touched by the rain, Meng Hao had a meal. The place touched by the rain was a bit cold. This cold breath seemed to wipe out the vitality, but just a drop of it would be no problem for Meng Hao.
"Purple rain?" After Meng Hao paused, he frowned and raised his head, looking at the sky. At this moment, the sky was dark and the raindrops fell, very few, just scattered.
"Could it be that there are too many people dead here, and the bloody breath and resentment are fused, not dissipated, but turned into clouds, that's why there is this purple rain?" Meng Hao thought for a while, suppressing the doubts in his heart, he Seeing the sporadic dripping before the purple rain, it was not only on me, but also on other people, as well as the monks of the poisonous spider vein. There were also many drips.
It seemed commonplace, but Meng Hao didn't know why, but he always felt that the purple rain fell on his body, the cold, seemingly extinct scene of vitality, could not be dissipated, and stayed in the bottom of his heart.
Zhao Youlan was also the one who sensed the rain. She bit her lower lip and watched the people die, but she couldn't help it. This war can no longer be won by her command.
This battle has long since become a melee. When the five funeral songs came out, Zhao Youlan understood that this battle...they were completely defeated by the poisonous spider.
Her heart was torn, but more, but it was the only figure that was branded on the bottom of her heart in this battle. This figure gave her an unprecedented blow, causing her trial to fail, and even more. She killed, this person... Naturally Meng Hao.
At this moment, a drop of purple rain fell on the tips of her hair, flowing down her cheeks, and the cold feeling shocked Zhao Youlan's body. She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe off the rain, and when she looked down, she wrinkled. His eyebrows became tighter.
"Zi Yu?" Zhao Youlan was taken aback.
The purple rain only dripped a little, and it never came again. It was quickly ignored. Only Zhao Youlan, like Meng Hao, both felt vaguely that the appearance of this rain seemed... something was not quite right. The two eyes, After the scuffle, they stared at each other again, and they were all wary of each other in their eyes.
"not him."
"It's not her." Meng Hao and Zhao Youlan instantly saw their hesitation in each other's eyes, and the moment their eye contact instantly dissipated...
Suddenly, the sound of whimpers, suddenly whirled from the distant world, this sound is not a funeral song, but a battle cry, its appearance, immediately let those poisonous spiders who are between life and death a vein of monks, The mind was immediately excited, and the dissipated fighting spirit, unexpectedly rose again at this moment, one by one, excited and roaring up to the sky.
Even the elder Yuan Ying of the poisonous spider line in midair couldn't hide his excitement at this moment. The two elders beside Zhao Youlan seemed to be relieved at this moment. Only Zhao Youlan raised her head silently and looked towards the sky.
In the distant sky, there is a black line at this moment, like a tumbling black ocean, rolling up a big wave, roaring from it, above the black line, as if walking on the black sea, there is a huge red scorpion. The phantom, a shrieking roar came out.
"Poisonous scorpion line!" The Wubing tribe who was fighting with the high priest, the moment he saw this scene, his eyes contracted, he took a breath, and his expression was deep with sadness. The strength of the Ministry can barely maintain this battle, but now...
In midair, all the five tribesmen stopped one by one to continue pursuing them, but quickly moved closer together, one by one showing madness, staring into the distant sky, like a poisonous scorpion coming from the sea!